“I don’t think you ought to write poems, Not if you want to get ahead, About your homosexuality” She calmly states, almost wholly at ease With the early-middle-aged college buddy Come for his annual visit. In the sprawling living room, cats resting or coming in, Matissed in shorts and sleeveless shirt at one end of the sofa She smiles at him her boyish smile. Cashews … Continue reading How He Took That Bit of Advice by Jonathan Bracker